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"He might be keeping ferrets," hazarded Renford. "The whole school doesn't keep ferrets," said O'Hara. "You're unique in that way. No, it must be the League, an' I mean to wait here till they come." "Not all night?" asked Harvey. He had a great respect for O'Hara, whose reputation in the school for out-of-the-way doings was considerable.
The junior day-room was crimson in the face and incoherent. The demeanour of a junior in moments of excitement generally lacks that repose which marks the philosopher. "He ought to be kicked," shrilled Renford. "We shall get rotted by those kids in Dexter's," moaned Harvey. "Disgracing the house!" thundered Watson. "Let's go and chuck things at his door," suggested Renford.
On that occasion, the incensed owner of the dismantled study, taking a mean advantage of the fact that he was a prefect, and so entitled to wield the rod, produced a handy swagger-stick from an adjacent corner, and, inviting Master Renford to bend over, gave him six of the best to remember him by.
Renford nodded mournfully. "Whatever made them go and lock the door?" he said. He seemed to think the authorities should have given him due notice of such an action. "You're sure they have locked it? It isn't only stuck or something?" "I lugged at the handle for hours. But you can go and see for yourself if you like."
Which ceremony being concluded, he kicked him out into the passage, and Renford went down to the junior day-room to tell his friend Harvey about it. "Gave me six, the cad," said he, "just because I had a look at his beastly study. Why shouldn't I look at his study if I like? I've a jolly good mind to go up and have another squint." Harvey warmly approved the scheme.
"No, I don't think I will," said Renford with a yawn. "It's such a fag going upstairs." "Yes, isn't it?" said Harvey. "And he's such a beast, too." "Yes, isn't he?" said Harvey. "I'm jolly glad his study has been ragged," continued the vindictive Renford. "It's jolly exciting, isn't it?" added Harvey. "And I thought this term was going to be slow. The Easter term generally is."
O'Hara replied that it would be a privilege. He should be sorry, he said, to have anything happen to the ferrets. Renford and Harvey went on into school feeling more cheerful. If the ferrets could be extracted from their present tight corner, O'Hara was the man to do it. O'Hara had not made his offer of assistance in any spirit of doubt. He was certain that he could do what he had promised.
It was Renford. He stopped, to allow his friend to come up with him, and then made as if to resume his way to the shop. But Renford proposed an amendment. "Don't go to the shop," he said, "I want to talk." "Well, can't you talk in the shop?" "Not what I want to tell you. It's private. Come for a stroll." Harvey hesitated.
"I wish," said Harvey, his voice full of acute regret, "that it had been my turn to feed those ferrets." "I don't," said Renford cheerfully. "I wouldn't have missed that mill for something. Hullo, there's the bell. We'd better run."
Renford was delighted to be able to show his ferrets off to so distinguished a visitor. "What were you down here about?" inquired Harvey, when the little animals had had their meal, and had retired once more into private life. O'Hara had expected this question, but he did not quite know what answer to give. Perhaps, on the whole, he thought, it would be best to tell them the real reason.
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